Ryan Lyandree


I’ve fallen victim of the aspects of this alembicated theogony

Prisoned between the texture and tone of this hypnotic polyphony

Behind the counterpoint there’s a secret left to be unraveled

Hidden is the blood bathed instrument, in which we are modeled.


The harmony and the melody being played got me all tangled

Like the feeble children of Hamelin, I beg blindly to follow

When crossing both circles, the omphalos, the experience’s spiritual

To think they’re just thermionic waves in motion being contrapuntal.


Left but marveled and dazed by this convoluted but delightful outcome

I leave the umbra of the beast to wherever it may choose to roam

May the specter of my own shine beneath the parsimonious heart

 For since the beginning of ages, we were never meant to be apart.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is my latest "Ryan Lyandree" poem.

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Sleeping With Aeons

I sleep with the broadest of Aeons,
Coveted by their forceful guidance
The rune of their insulation
Awakens me, perplexed,
As it penetrates past all boundaries.


I travel with past lives in harmony,
Seeing without eyes, a soul so inconsequential,
Part of something inconceivable to this world,
Galaxies that far surpass realization.

A mesmerizing intrigue,
This is my wish, my dream,
Same as my life,
And in the interim of nothingness,
Between man's knowledge of the universe
And his imagination,
Is where my heart lies,
Watching from a distance,
Witnessing as this mystery
Touches the minds
Of men who know all things,


Who know nothing.




4:32 PM 5/20/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

When I sleep...where are you when you sleep?

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